Sparty party
I knew going to Michigan State would eventually pay off. I got to do a Friends of the Big 10 show last night. Despite my school spirit being negligible it was still very fun and the crowd was great.
On the hayseed in the city front:
I just had my first doctor visit in NY and it's just as fucked up as everything else.
I call a number from the Yellow pages for a doctor near my place. I establish that I've not been there before and I don't have a physician preference. She tells me that only Dr. George is in today. Right, I don't know who Dr. George as I've never been to your office! She says I better come now, because Dr. George is only staying until 3pm.
Upon arrival, I find a lot of employees hanging out (the spanish version of "Happy Birthday" is the same as the english). After some strained interaction with the receptionist I begin to wait. Upon finally being called I am headed back with a dude who looks like other than the lab coat, he should probably be finishing up 6th period somewhere. He's got jeans, sneakers, and a chain. He makes no introduction but begins firing medical questions. All this time I'm thinking, this is not the fucking doctor, it can't be. Then I remembered on the phone she said it was only Dr. George today which must mean, he's normally the kid to cleans, but on Friday he gets a go at the patients. Finally, after taking my blood pressure by wrapping my arm giving two pumps, and holding the stethescope to my arm for about 8 seconds, he told me he's taking me to Dr. George.
I then arrive in another waiting room where I am the youngest by 30 years and North American by a borders length. One at a time the old latinos enter Dr. George's office and exit within a few minutes carrying various scraps of paper that don't resemble prescriptions. As a side note When I was downstairs with Doogy somebody just came in the room with some cake for him. Upstairs people are busting into Dr. George's office on the regular. So informal. I get in there with the doc and we hash out what might be my issue(s), he then gives me my medicine on the spot. I then begin to realize that Dr. George is also a pharmacist. It's fight or flight out here and George is helping the little guy with no insurance.
Loudest, craziest, most unprofessional office ever. Also maybe the coolest.
On the hayseed in the city front:
I just had my first doctor visit in NY and it's just as fucked up as everything else.
I call a number from the Yellow pages for a doctor near my place. I establish that I've not been there before and I don't have a physician preference. She tells me that only Dr. George is in today. Right, I don't know who Dr. George as I've never been to your office! She says I better come now, because Dr. George is only staying until 3pm.
Upon arrival, I find a lot of employees hanging out (the spanish version of "Happy Birthday" is the same as the english). After some strained interaction with the receptionist I begin to wait. Upon finally being called I am headed back with a dude who looks like other than the lab coat, he should probably be finishing up 6th period somewhere. He's got jeans, sneakers, and a chain. He makes no introduction but begins firing medical questions. All this time I'm thinking, this is not the fucking doctor, it can't be. Then I remembered on the phone she said it was only Dr. George today which must mean, he's normally the kid to cleans, but on Friday he gets a go at the patients. Finally, after taking my blood pressure by wrapping my arm giving two pumps, and holding the stethescope to my arm for about 8 seconds, he told me he's taking me to Dr. George.
I then arrive in another waiting room where I am the youngest by 30 years and North American by a borders length. One at a time the old latinos enter Dr. George's office and exit within a few minutes carrying various scraps of paper that don't resemble prescriptions. As a side note When I was downstairs with Doogy somebody just came in the room with some cake for him. Upstairs people are busting into Dr. George's office on the regular. So informal. I get in there with the doc and we hash out what might be my issue(s), he then gives me my medicine on the spot. I then begin to realize that Dr. George is also a pharmacist. It's fight or flight out here and George is helping the little guy with no insurance.
Loudest, craziest, most unprofessional office ever. Also maybe the coolest.
posted by Vince at 12:43 PM
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